Sweaters folders. Shoes wedged into crevices of jeans and power chargers. Suitcase weighed. Second suitcase filling. A late night shower followed by an early morning flight. Exit Saturday and enter Sunday.

De-iced airplane. Still air. Airport bookshop. Worship at the church where I was dedicated as an infant. Black bean soup. Evening football cuddled in a chair near my dad. Desserts. Sliced cheeses and apple. Cell phone conversation with my husband followed by not enough hours of sleep. Exit Sunday and enter Monday.

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My journey has in no way been straight nor easy, marred as it has been by anorexia, perfectionism, the rape of a dear friend, depression, infertility, and career/home/job insecurities. Still, I press on. I dance with no rhythm. I cry with abandon. I sit in stillness when the tears won’t come. I love wholeheartedly. I search my soul when the love isn’t there. I am becoming whole. I am a woman standing in the fire, becoming the fire, and beholding the fire. I am a wife, a mama of two Littles, a small business owner, a birth doula, a wellness educator, and a lover of all things coffee. I believe in big emotions and little joys. I love adventure, but crave roots and home. Come get to know me and welcome to my village.
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As are you. It is such a blessing and a privilege to see your dedication to the Lord and your trust in Him. It is also such an example to me and others for when we go through difficult times to remind us to lean on Him. You have always amazed me with your obedience. One time in particular that stands out to me was when your mother and I took all of you children to Bear Creek Park to picnic, play on the playground and see the animals. I said, let’s go see the animals to all of you. Your mom was probably at the picnic table nursing the baby, Gabriella. You had all been hanging out with me. I was already headed in the direction of the animals, and you said, “I have to ask my mom if it’s okay first.” I was so impressed. You were probably around six, maybe 7 at the time. Do you remember that day? You may not. We went there many times. Such wonderful memories of fellowship and friendship. I miss those days with you all so much. Then there was your courtship. Such an amazing story of purity and obedience. I am sure you are a light to your sisters as they watch your life. I am sure they will follow in your foot steps if not now, one day. I will certainly pray that they do. I know you are a blessing to your parents and that they are so proud of you, a jewel in their crown. Snuggle up in daddy’s lap while you’re there. That will be a nice memory to carry with you forever.